Coming Home
It's interesting going through my entire blog and reading even my archived posts, only to find that I always end up coming back and deciding to write again. I never thought of myself as a storyteller, since I’ve always seemed to actively pursue—and be more enticed by—endeavors that involve creating physical things rather than intangible ones like writing. Yet this has truly been a beloved hobby of mine. Realizing how cathartic it feels to read who I was 15 years ago, and to see how I’ve transformed in both my thoughts and writing—while also recognizing the ways I’ve stayed the same.I’ve always questioned the way I write, but looking back, I truly enjoy the way I phrased things. My overly lengthy sentences, I believe, were influenced by my love of the over-descriptive.
I was on a roll in 2019—writing, that is—but life seemed to come to a halt during the pandemic, followed by a whirlwind of adult experiences between then and now. And here we are, six years later. I am coming home to my own little cozy comfort place that I built. Amid the chaos of the internet, where everything is constantly pushed in front of us to keep us entertained and our dopamine levels dysregulated, I find comfort in being able to retreat here.
I was on a roll in 2019—writing, that is—but life seemed to come to a halt during the pandemic, followed by a whirlwind of adult experiences between then and now. And here we are, six years later. I am coming home to my own little cozy comfort place that I built. Amid the chaos of the internet, where everything is constantly pushed in front of us to keep us entertained and our dopamine levels dysregulated, I find comfort in being able to retreat here.
In all honesty, for the past two years, I’ve felt like I’ve been drowning within myself—and I think I’ve finally identified the culprit: mental exhaustion caused by the overconsumption of media. We, as human beings, are meant to create, and I feel as though a part of me has atrophied. In a sense, I don’t feel like I have a grasp on things lately, and I haven’t known how to change that. So here I am, trying to heal, return to who I am, and rediscover my mind.
I think my initial game plan is to reorganize previous entries and possibly publish events that took place within the past five to six years to get myself back into the groove of things. I honestly feel hesitant about coming back; I feel as though I may have lost my voice and am relearning how to sing my notes. I’m crossing my fingers that I still know how to convey my thoughts.
I think my initial game plan is to reorganize previous entries and possibly publish events that took place within the past five to six years to get myself back into the groove of things. I honestly feel hesitant about coming back; I feel as though I may have lost my voice and am relearning how to sing my notes. I’m crossing my fingers that I still know how to convey my thoughts.
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